A gentle wind, that rustles the leaves, is whispering in my ear A bright moon gazes at me through the forests canopy lighting my path
Wandering through the forest I marvel at its beauty All shades of moss covering the grounds on which I softly tred. Sometimes I sense a wild animal staring in wonder at my appearance and silently I watch them, wondering if they are aware of what's coming to them
But a strange unnatural noise in the distance startles the animal and I see it speeding off I softly weep for I know that the days of comforting silence are gone
Under a moonlit sky I wander through the forest marvelling at its beauty, the serenity, the natural silence
The sky is red with the burning fire of the trees, it makes me weep I see some heavily mutilated animals running towards me in panic I am shocked at the selfishness of the men who thought of this destruction of the earth on which I was born and raised
Under a moonlit sky I wander through the forest a deathly silence around the scorched ghostlike trees
Even for the creatures of the wild, there is no escape from the wars which scorch the earth. Defeat will mean the final death of us all.